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春日午后湖畔,偶遇一丛迎春。它倚在一株柳树下,枝杈些许杂乱,大概身处花园角落,无人修剪,枝条上不剩几朵黄花,但也不见骨朵,叶子长得稀拉,大概已开过季,着实不起眼。我本站在湖岸的石块上,眺望对岸的风景,桃红柳绿,波光粼粼,心旷神怡,怎想在准备离开的时候,瞥见这样一株,孤零零的,措手不及的,迎春。也许这仓皇失措,仅仅是我自己的,它只是开好它的花罢了,错过花期的是我这个路人,与它又何妨?而我,坐了大半年书斋,在紧张与等待中惶惶不可终日,终于在柳暗花明的三月,走出围城,重拾心情,散步消闲,不想,春日匆匆,多少花都开过了,等待我的是凋落的花瓣。所以呢,黛玉为
Spring afternoon lake, a spring encounter. It leans under a willow tree, twigs a little messy, probably living in the corner of the garden, no one pruning, leaving a few yellow flowers on the branches, but also do not see the bones, the leaves grow thin, probably opened the season, really impressive . I am standing on the shore of the lake stones, overlooking the opposite side of the landscape, pink and willow, shimmering, relaxed and happy, how do you want to leave in the ready to see such a glimpse of such a solitary, by surprise, spring. Maybe this is a loss, just my own, it is just a good flower it, miss the flowering is my passer-by, and it why not? And I, sit for more than half of the year, fast, nervous and waiting panic in the last days , And finally in vista in March, out of the siege, regain mood, leisurely walk, do not want to, spring rush, how many flowers have been opened, waiting for me is the petal litter. So, Daiyu for